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(My) Photo of the day



I’ve been very lazy today and posted a photo taken about five minutes ago from my office window. I've only been able to have it open for the past twenty or so minutes due to the ongoing jam session of a god awful talented up-and-coming local musical act playing their dire innovative interpretation of the sort of 'space rock' not seen since Hawkwind or Marillion.

As usual in Hobart, Mount Wellington dominates the background. It’s a nice day today, and I hope that this is a nice mix of built-up areas and natural scenery. Hopefully it is more pleasing to the eye than yesterday’s snaps.

Comments

Chuck Pefley said…
Lazy is sometimes a good thing -:) Nothing to be ashamed of with today's photo. I actually like it very much. But then I'm in favor or realism; what is. I suppose that's why I make photos instead of watercolors. And yes, the "Big Ass Grapes" were quite delicious. Sweet, bursting with sweet flavor. Never-mind the fact that they probably came from Chile.
Jules said…
Clear blue Australian skies - sigh how I miss them when the ash is falling!!!!

So nice to touch base with home even if you are a lot further south!!!

Am looking forward to reading your ANZAC Day posts. I really do think that the soldiers who died for our freedom would be in heaven saying - Stuff it we like balloons!!!! I do think we take ourselves too seriously sometimes.

I visited the grave of my great-uncle who died in France in the 1st World war - he was only 20 and in the same regiment as my Grandfather who was terribly injured. It was an amazingly sad experience but their suffering needs to be celebrated we need to stop being so morbid.
I so want to go back there for the 100th year anniversary - only 10 years to go!!
Keropokman said…
i am always lazy! lol...

hopefully i will see some Aussie blue skies when i visit in 2 months time.

(of all places, i am going to visit NT! LOL)
Kris McCracken said…
Chuck, I try not to think of it as 'lazy', more along the lines of 'energy conservation'.

Jules, you're spot on with your comment on those soldiers who died. I'd like to think that they'd think along the lines of "how about people just do whatever makes them happy and doesn't hurt anyone". The competitiveness over who is most solemn and sombre on ANZAC Day is (dare I say it) "un-Australian"!

Keropok Man, I've never actually been to the NT, but everyone that I know has been absolutely raves about it. I reckon that you'll have a great time. Just make sure that it is you who is eating the crocodiles, and not the other way around!
Clear blue sky, nice big mountain. Give me lazy anytime. Really good sense of space with this one.
Janet said…
This is quite a pleasing snap. Love that blue sky and the mountain in the background.
Dina said…
Really nice photo. I get to see the Hobart lay of the land.
Destitute Rebel said…
You have a great view out of your office, this is a lovely picture.

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